On their first night at exactly 1:47 am a scream pierces through the mansion. everyone came out. What they saw truly terrified them. The Body of the Retired soldier brutally murdered, the tool was a discarded pipe. Everyone quickly ran to the front door but it was firmly locked. "This had to be some sort of sick prank right?" The famous actor said. But the Retired Soldier was truly dead, They had to think of a way to get out of this place.
Panic spread like wildfire. The guests' faces were pale, eyes darting to every shadow. The young hacker grabbed a candlestick from the hallway, trembling, and whispered, "We need to stick together. Whoever did this is still here."
The quiet artist, normally reserved, suddenly spoke up. "We can't just stay here. Maybe there's a secret passage or another exit."
They moved cautiously down the hall, the mansion groaning with every step, the storm outside battering the windows. As they reached the grand staircase, a loud thud came from the dining room. They froze.
A shadow flickered across the wall—too fast to be human. The famous actor stammered, "It's… it's following us!"
Suddenly, the lights went out. The hacker's phone illuminated the hall just enough to reveal a chilling sight: the Retired Soldier's body was no longer where they had left it. It was standing upright at the foot of the stairs, head tilted unnaturally, eyes empty, mouth twisted into a sinister grin.
A scream tore through the mansion again—this time, it wasn't from anyone alive. The guests realized in horror: the killer wasn't just one of them… it was the house itself.
The mansion's walls seemed to close in, the corridors twisting impossibly. Doors that led to the kitchen now opened to long, dark hallways with no end. Every attempt to escape led them back to the same room.
The quiet artist whispered, "We have to confront it. We can't run anymore."
But as they turned the corner, a single voice echoed through the halls:
"One will be left… the last guest."
And in that instant, the storm outside intensified, lightning striking the mansion, illuminating a figure in the shadows—a silhouette holding the discarded pipe.
The guests realized, too late, that surviving the night would take more than luck—it would take unraveling the mansion's deadly secrets before it claimed them all.
Then they heard it. rapid footsteps approaching from a nearby hallway they hid under a cloaked table.